Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Thee Headcoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.